My Mafia Husband Framed Me, So I Hid in a Psych Ward

"The night I die, my husband stands there and does nothing.

A stolen Cartier necklace. Surveillance footage that looks exactly like me. A mob husband who swears I'm guilty. His so-called ""sister"" pulling the strings behind my back.

I'm stabbed to death on the street by an internet mob while Dante Morretti watches from the sidelines.

When I open my eyes again, I'm back — the night it all began.

This time, I smash the dinner table, get myself locked in a psych ward, and build the one thing they never expected: an airtight alibi.

They framed me once. They won't get a second chance."